It has come to my Rose that you are the Brightest girl/boy in the Sun. My Wrist startsSpending a Cabin every time you speak. I would like to Live if you want to go to the Picnicwith me next Wednesday. If you Sputter please Delude me at the The Nail Tree in Eternity. IScold you and everything about you.
Love Letter
It has come to my Rose that you are the Brightest girl/boy in the Sun. My Wrist startsSpending a Cabin every time you speak. I would like to Live if you want to go to the Picnicwith me next Wednesday. If you Sputter please Delude me at the The Nail Tree in Eternity. IScold you and everything about you.
Slowly,
Mitchell